Neon always makes me think of my old school friend, Luisa Monachello. There was this one school trip to Epping Forest where Luisa turned up at the school bus looking like she was off to a rave; the leggings, the socks, the anorak, the hair scrunchie –– everything was neon. It’s been raining lately, and I’ve thought of my friend a lot as I’ve darted around town with my neon pink K-Way and acid yellow BaoBao. She was on to something all those years ago –– if you’re going to stand out, you may as well go all the way.